Me Busy?

I was looking at an Amish website awhile back and saw the cook columnist had taken the month off because she needed to help the family with home butchering. I know from my childhood that it's a big job to process a beef or hog by canning and preserving all the meat. Also, I know something about home butchering today, but I'm lucky to have plenty of freezer space.
As my week has turned hectic and my Tuesday post date came and went, I wondered how I was going to squeeze this post in this week. Did I have any excuses to measure up to the Amish cook's? First of all, we are making many trips out to the barn to check for new babies (lambs and kid goats). I had been going to bottle feed two lambs four times a day. I cut my trips down to three Monday so I didn't have the bedtime feeding. A sister- in- law had surgery last week. I offered to stay with her from 1 to 10 while my husband's brother is at work. My husband now does the dinner time bottle feeding and watches the mothers after I leave. Yesterday morning, I had a scheduled appointment at the nursing home, I used to work at, to take a lamb and baby goat in for the residents to see. I was asked several times what I do to keep busy now that I'm retired. I repeated much the same as this post. The replies were it didn't sound like I retired. After the visit, it was back home by noon, fix lunch, feed babies, and go help the sister-in-law, come home, change into chore clothes, go to barn and help new mother and babies.
With all that the exciting news is I stopped at the post office Monday and Tuesday morning with a box full of new books to send buyers. So there was packaging and email buyers those mornings. I enjoy hearing from new buyers and returned buyers that have become old friend, email pen pals in the last few years because they buy my books. My latest Amish book is the second in the Nurse Hal Among The Amish series - The Rainbow's End- if you want to look for it on Amazon or ebay.
Now I promised you an excerpt from my Amazing Gracie Mystery Series - The Chance Of A Sparrow. So here is Gracie Evan trying to cope with spring fever and suddenly her prayer comes true. Oh by the way, this book and the other four in the mystery series are sold on Amazon and ebay.




Tightening her grip on the railing, Gracie climbed the church steps. In the quiet, her black, high topped shoes made a hollow tapping sound. She opened one of the double doors. The groan from the hinges echoed through the empty building, reinforcing her despair. Persistent irritation with everyone and everything that she had no power to change welled up in her.
Gracie shut the door behind her as easy as she could and proceeded up the aisle. Normally, she stayed toward the back during the service, but this time she had the whole church to herself. Best time to come when she didn't have to worry about the greeters and hand shakers getting in her way. Gracie marched down the aisle past the slick, dark pews and plopped down in the front row. That was as close as she could get. She intended to have a serious talk with God now that she had made up her mind to do so. Since he hadn't been paying much attention to her concerns lately, she wondered if it was because he had become hard of hearing over the years. She sympathized with him. If she felt old, think how old God must feel.
Gracie twisted to face the simple, unadorned cross above the pulpit. She smoothed her
braids, then clasped her hands together and licked her lips. Inhaling deeply, she began, "God, I've had plenty of time to give some thought to how things work in life. Don't mean to complain, mind you." She paused a minute. It occurred to her she should be truthful. After all, this was God she was talking to, and she figured he pretty much knew what she had on her mind before she did even. "Well, that's not exactly right. I do mean to complain. That's why I'm here. In the short time it took you, I think you did a wondrous job creating the world and all the creatures, but seems to me, you might have gotten in something of a hurry when you made them all in seven days. For instance, maybe you should have taken just a little more time to think about some way to improve on humans. Take sparrows. Lord, did you ever stop to think sparrows get a chance to have two families a year? That's ever year, mind you, but humans only get one chance in their life time. Take me. All my family is gone now, and I didn't choose to marry and have younguns. Now that's not your fault. I made the choice to say no when Millard Sokal ask me all those years ago, but now I'm sitting in a rest home with no family, wasting away the last of my days. Oh, I know there's not much you can do about it now that you have everything created, but I just wish you'd have thought to give us lonesome human beings the chance of the sparrows. Well, that's all I got to say on the subject. Just wanted to get what I was thinking off my chest. Thank you for listening God. Amen."
The rest home's front screen door clattered shut, echoing down the entry hall and into the library. "Where you at Molly?"
Molly Lang stopped writing. She knew from the sound of Orie's voice that something had him excited. She dropped her pen in the cobalt, ink well on the writing table and combed her fingers through her honey shaded hair before she called, "In the library."
Her hazel eyes twinkled when she smiled at her tall, dark haired husband as he burst through the door. He was definitely easy to look at, striding hurriedly across the room. "Molly, I have something to tell you."
"What are you doing home this time of morning? Is everything all right at the farm?"
"Yes, everything's fine." Orie yanked the chair across from Molly out from the table and plopped down. "You know how mopey Miss Gracie's been lately?"
Molly furrowed her eyebrows together. "Yes. The poor dear. I'm really worried about her. She hasn't eaten well for days. She's beginning to look thin."
Orie shook his head. "Undeniably the worse case of spring fever I've ever seen, but I have an idea how we can perk her up."
Molly suddenly straightened in her chair. "By the way, speaking of spring, could you bring home a wagon load of straw to use under the rug in the parlor? It's time to take the old up and put down new."
"Yes, yes, I can do that. Molly, you want to hear what I have to say or not?" Orie asked impatiently.
Trying to look serious, Molly folded her hands in her lap, giving him her complete attention. "All right. Tell me your news."
"This morning on the way to the farm, Thaddeus Sawyer stopped me. You know, the man that rents Miss Gracie's farm, Three Oaks. Seems he needs someone to stay at his place to keep an eye on it for about a month. He wanted to know if I knew anyone he could ask. Right away I thought of Miss Gracie."
"Oh, Orie, I don't know. Miss Gracie? All the way out there by herself," groaned Molly.
Orie shook his head sideways. "It wouldn't be all that bad. I go by there every day to the farm so I could check on her. I could pick her up on Sundays and bring her in for church. Maybe I could even talk our neighbor, Millard Sokal, into looking in on her, too."
"Would Mr. Sokal want to do that?"
"We've helped each other farm for years. I'm sure he would do this as a favor to me,"
assured Orie. "I think Miss Gracie would perk up if she had the chance to get out in the country again."
Molly worried, "But, Orie, she couldn't do farm work anymore."
"Thaddeus said all she'd have to do is milk twice a day and gather the eggs. I think it would do her good to go home for awhile. Work the spring fever out of her system," Orie pleaded.

Spring - I'm Ready

Temps close to 40 or 50 degrees, more brown grass with a tinge of green showing in the lawn, sparrows quarreling and crows cawing. A sign that it's really spring is when I see a robin. Six flew into the hayfield this last week. Another sign is when the two doe deers come back to the wooded area by the creek to have their fawns. They've migrated back two years in a row. Hopefully, they get to come again this year if they didn't become the target of a hunter. The hens are laying eggs and enjoying being loose to scratch in the cold, damp ground. I've started going to the barn to check our sheep and goats. We had two lambs born Monday and already I'm bottle feeding them. My garden is under a mountain of snow that grows smaller each day. That didn't stop me from planting tomato and pepper seeds in a container. The tomatoes are up. In April, last year I set out five tomato plants under gallon milk jugs. I'm going to try that again. You might say I have spring fever. Happens every year about this time. That's why I could write a story about Gracie Evans having spring fever. I know just how she'd feel.

In The Chance Of A Sparrow, Gracie Evans wants to leave town life for awhile to spend some time on her farm. She's making herself sick just thinking about missing spring in the country. Her wish comes true. The man who rents her farm asks her to farm set while he takes his wife and daughter to visit his mother-in-law. Everything that could go wrong on the farm does.

A missing neighbor's clothes are found on Gracie's pond dam. Her land borders the missing neighbor who has been feuding with another farmer. She's walking in the timber when someone shoots at her. A cow takes a dislike to Gracie after she calves. Gracie gets locked in the outhouse for hours. An old boyfriend keeps showing up to help her out and stays for supper as his payment. Gracie is uncomfortable with striking up a friendship with him again. All that and I've just touched the tip of Gracie's problems at Tree Oaks farm. Things get so bad Gracie is vowing to be careful what she wishes for from now on if she's going to be unlucky enough to get her wish.

Next week, my blog will be an excerpt from The Chance Of A Sparrow ISBN 1438248725.

Update on my entry in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Contest. I didn't make the first cut. In a way that's all right. I was anxious to see my manuscript in book form. As soon as I found out I was free to publish I did and now the book is for sale. The Rainbow's End - Nurse Hal Among The Amish Series-book 2 - ISBN 0982459521

CALLING ALL AGENTS

My Latest Book - The Rainbow's End - ISBN 0982459521
When I registered at www.authonomy.com, I submitted five chapters of my two Amish books - Christmas Traditions (ISBN 0982459513) and A Promise Is A Promise (ISBN 0982459505). I didn't do this to work my way up to the authonomy desk, like the other writers, so Harper Collins might take a look at my work. I did it to get reviews to use on Ebay and Amazon. I wanted to give prospective buyers an idea about what others thought of my two books to help them make up their minds about buying my work.

I was thrilled with most of the reviews I got from that website and used them. Three writers tried to be constructive. One didn't realize that I'd already self published and gave me tips on which publishers to try. She thought I should be picked up if I'd get the right publisher interested in my work. One wanted me to put the whole book on authonomy so she could see how it ended. I admitted to those two people that I was already self published. I'd like them purchase the book to see how it ended. Another one (from England which is where quite a few of the submitters on that website live) picked apart the first chapter of one book to make the story read the way he'd write it. He might have been right about the list of phrases he made of my writing style "errors" not working in a book written for England's readers so I can't fault him for his criticism. He was trying to help me. I don't mind constructive criticism if it's advice that I need to take to make my writing better. However, the other English reviews I received were great so my writing went over well with those who like American Amish stories. Since then I have sold one of my books to an UK customer.

I wonder what editors would think of my books. The revisions have be to their liking and in the publishing world, they are considered the experts, but one of my book buyers said about my work, "If it ain't broke don't fix it." I ask my buyers to send me a review of my books. I have a whole list of reviews from buyers who like my books the way they are and their email addresses to notify them when I have a new book coming out. I have to be doing something right in my story telling when I write a story that suits me. That means I self publish a book that I'd buy for myself. Now I'm sure that's a book that wouldn't suit mainstream urban readers, but my target is Midwesterners, country folks, Christians and people who want an entertaining, humorous suspense or romance that isn't filled with violence or vampires. The idea of self publishing for me is to find out who and how many of those readers like me. So far I'm pleased.

On authonomy, authors rate each other. That means for every review I got I had to read someone's work in return and review it. That takes hours. I wasn't always reading material that I'd buy but responded with a critique that might help the author. To get the reviews I wanted for my books, it was worth the effort and time. I even got some advice on how to get up the ladder in the website so the publisher would notice my books.

I hear all the time now that self published work, if it's selling, might be of interest to a publisher. Several years ago after I thought I had queried all the small publishers that would accept a query without an agent and was rejected, I got a list of agent email addresses and emailed around 200 for Christmas Traditions. Of the ones that bothered to answer, some emails come back with an automated reply. A few others said they liked my idea, but they had as many clients as they wanted to handle. Months down the road, I was still receiving emailed rejections. That's why I was surprised when an agent searching the internet writers sites for new clients emailed me about her interest in my Amish books on Authonomy. That was the good news. Bad news is she used my Yahoo email address in October. I lost my home page about then and didn't try to reinstall it again until February. When I found the email, I emailed the agent with my excuses and said I'd like to hear more but didn't get a reply. When I looked up the agency, that agent wasn't listed now. I take that to mean that fate may have intervened in my favor this time.

So take heart all writers out there wanting to get published. Publishers and agents may be coming to us. Submit a portion of your work to writers sites and blogs so the work is out there for publishers and agents to see. Wait patiently while you keep writing books and submitting. Out of the blue, you might find an email from a publisher or agent just like I did. Maybe you'll be luckier than I was. My latest Amish book is going to be out in late March - The Rainbow's End (ISBN 0982459521). So I'm CALLING ALL AGENTS to keep hunting. I and a lot of other talented authors are waiting for your email.

Editing Your Own Book

Last summer, I gave away copies of my latest book, "A Promise Is A Promise" ISBN 0982459505 at my high school reunion to 22 people. My husband and I had a delightful evening, reminiscing with my former classmates. One of the men at my table happened to be a former neighbor when we were growing up. We rode the same school bus. His family bought gas at my parents filling station.

A discussion was started with this man and his wife about my book writing. I admitted I wished all my books were better edited. I've had some editing help over the years and constructive criticism from a former teacher which I greatly appreciated, but I hated to always ask her to help me. I'm sure when she first offered she thought I might write one book and no more. The task of editing a book is a large one for anyone who didn't expect to get paid for their efforts. Anyone who volunteered to edit one of my books could expect to find I liked to write books so the editing isn't going stop with the next one. That is if the volunteer editor wants to read another book and another and another. That would be up to the volunteer.

Out of the blue after the reunion, I received an email offer from the classmate's wife to edit my next book just for the privilege of reading it because she likes Amish stories. (Soon to be released "The Rainbow's End - Nurse Hal Among The Amish - Book 2 . Now for me that is an offer I couldn't refuse. A fresh eye. I feel as if a writer editing his/her own work is like a doctor treating himself or a lawyer defending himself. Not a good idea. When I read my work my brain reads the words the corrected way I know it should be and skips over the editing errors. Putting a story away and going back later does help find some mistakes. For me reading every other chapter works. That takes the story out of context so I'm reading the sentence structure more for errors rather than the story. Printing the story out to look at hard copy helps but ink is an expense. Takes most of a cartridge to print every manuscript. Even that doesn't help me catch all the mistakes, because I am too close to the writing. However, I'm thinking giving someone else a hard copy to edit is worth the cost. I can afford a cartridge for that. I mailed a hard copy to my new editor right away.

I just got the manuscript back and the simple errors are so much easier to see once the correction is pointed out. I looked through the manuscript and can't believe I made such mistakes. I emailed my new editor a thank you for the great job she did. She said she'd be glad to read the next story for me. I emailed back that the next book was a western sequel and not Amish. To my amazement, she emailed that she didn't care. She likes my writing so much that she wants to read any book I write so send them to her. She says my writing is as good as Cindy Woodsmall and some of the Amish writers. What a compliment!

I find editing errors in almost every published book I read that experienced editors working for a publisher skipped over. I see the errors because I'm looking for them. Along with that, I watch sentence structure and the way a story is put together. All that is a learning experience for me. Does it take me longer to read a book than it would most people? It sure does, but watching how other authors write helps me become better as an author.

Editing by a professional is expensive. An expense that can leave a self published author in the red if the book doesn't sell well. If I was well known and selling lots of books, I wouldn't mind taking that expense off my income tax, but I have to get to that point first. I'm not there yet. I've heard of authors that spare no expense to self publish their work, go in debt and don't sell enough books to pay the debt. I didn't want that to happen to me.

That doesn't change the fact I feel bad because of the mistakes in my book. I mention it to my book buyers once in awhile. Usually, they tell me that they are reading the book for the content. I write so well, they are absorbed in the story. They don't notice editing mistakes while they are finding how what happens to the characters. One buyer brought one of my books to my attention. She thought I might like to know my editor missed four typos. I emailed her an apology with the explanation that I did my own editing. She was in awe that I could write a book that was that well done. I appreciated her comment. Still I stopped print on that book and reedited it to get rid of those four errors. Made me feel better.